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“The house?”
“Myhouse,” he clarified. “It makes the most sense.”
“I don’t care how much sense you think it makes. I’m not living with you before we get married.”
“The wedding is next week, anyway, so does it really make a difference?”
“Next week?!” I shrieked, sitting up. His gaze dropped, and I quickly put an arm over my breasts to cover up. “Orion, we just got engagedtoday,which I haven’t even had a chance to curse you out about.What the fuck happened to the agenda we agreed on?”
“Things changed,” he said. “Why does it matter? It means you’ll have your family property back in your name before the board meeting to get rid of your father. It will help your claim, so I don’t get why you’re complaining.”
My eyes narrowed. “Because I know better than to believe you’re doing this for me. What’s in it for you?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“We’re gettingmarried,” I huffed. “How is any part of it not my concern?”
“Because I said so.”
I scoffed. “Well, I hope you find somesaid soabout planning a wedding in a week, because I’m not doing it. I’ve got better things to do.”
“It’s already being handled.” He smirked. “The only appointment I’m putting on your calendar is choosing a wedding dress.”
“Oh, you haven’t decided what you want me in?” I asked, letting every bit of snark in the question drip out.
“I definitely have ideas, so—”
“No!” I interrupted, surprising myself with how emphatically it came out. “I got it. Just… send me the damn details, budget, whatever.”
“Budget?” he chuckled, moving from his seated position to one on his knees, next to the tub. “You think that’s something that exists for you now?”
“You’re insane if you think I’m spending your money,” I told him. “I won’t be put in a position to owe you more than I already do.”
He shook his head, rolling up his sleeve to past his elbow. “You’ve got me all wrong, Nalani. I’m generous with mine. Which… youdorealize that’s what you are now, right?”
“I prefer to believe I belong to myself.”
He smiled. “I’ll let you have that delusion. For now.”
“You’re horrible.”
“You’re beautiful,” he countered, slipping a hand into the semi-opaque water, where it disappeared.
“What are you doing?” I asked when I felt the pads of his finger on my thigh, but didn’t move away, for reasons unknown.
Instead of answering my question, he posed one of his own. “Do you want me to stop?”
Curiosity wouldn’t let me say yes.
Or maybe it was the wine.
Either way, when his hand slipped from the outside of my thigh to inner, then moved up… I didn’t say a word. I just relished the feeling of his fingers playing with my clit.
I didn’twantto think about why I was allowing him to touch me like this.
My contractual obligation was coming soon enough, sure, but that time hadn’t arrived. And yet… here I was.
When his fingers sank into me, I couldn’t help letting out a moan as my eyes drifted closed. He kept a thumb on my clit, teasing and torturing me with it as his middle and pointer stroked.
